#thank you fredward

[forcedhesitation]

oh the teaser. it has to be chucky, right?

[solitarysurvival]

@entitemalefique said: She was on the prowl, a black cat slinking through the trial. Up on lockers, on chests, occasionally sitting in windows. Currently she was sitting on top of a stack of logs. A totem just before her lit up as the last generator finished. Noed, as it had come to be known. The Entity can see Jake running past not far from her and let's out a meow to see if she catches his attention.

riddled in claw wounds and scrapes from his chase with the aptly named nightmare — jake wonders, momentarily, if he's drifted back off into sleep, when he hears a small mewl from nearby.

to be sure, he had seen plenty of crows, sometimes rats. but never a cat. and yet, perched upon the logs was a small black feline, as though it had been waiting for him to notice. it looked like any animal that belonged in a dreary place like this, he thought — but it was a welcome sight nonetheless.

❝ oh. hello, ❞ jake greets quietly, slowly extending his hand for the animal to acquaint with. cats, he knew to be flighty animals — ones worthy of patience, and time in order to earn their trust. of course, this was a trial, and time was something he had precious little of. he turns his gaze, finally, to the totem. it had come alive with the light of a hex, he realized. and this cat happened to bring his attention to it.

something like a startled laugh leaves him, as he lightly scratches the cat behind the ears. ❝ were you trying to help me? ❞ he asks gently. it seemed about as likely as his unusual connection with the birds here, all things considered. he pauses in his petting to carefully dismantle the effigy, which dims again when reduced to a pile of bones. brushing his hands off on his knees, he looks back at her.

❝ thank you,❞ jake says, with a small smile. ❝ you be careful out here too, alright? ❞

[crazyk-imagine]

Fred Edition

Warnings: angst, fluff, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, reader got out of a bad friendship, the ex-friend is a total bitch, this was written short, not much to go on, always wanted to write something for the twins on April 1st and here we are, nobody should mess with Fredward's girl ;)

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Recap...

"Come here," she waves you over.

You furrow your brows and turn away from her, hoping she'll get the hint and leave you alone

She taps your shoulder, staring at you expectedly. "Why'd you ignore me?"

-

You don't say anything (which was better for her).

She rolls her eyes, "who cares? I'm just waiting till we can see who the twins are friends with. As if they're worthy enough to be close to them."

Your brows raise in surprise.

"I still can't believe the twins got a girlfriend. I'm curious who would dare date him. I mean, who would think they could."

You forgot how obsessed she was with them. You shrug. "I think they're happy. I don't see the harm in Fred having a girlfriend."

She spins towards you. "You know which ones which?"

You scoff, ready to tell her off when an arm wraps around your shoulder.

"Hello, love."

You smile and peck his waiting cheek. "Hi, Fredward."

He smirks, "that's not my name but you make it sound perfect."

"That's because you're a simp for me."

"That I am."

She stares unsure of what’s happened and doesn't regret unfriending you but is upset she couldn't get close to the twins. She sees how happy you are and wants that too.

- That was another reason she wanted to get close with them, she wanted just a little bit of happiness in her life and they were it.

- You've never been one to deal with regret, but you do wish you could have thanked your ex-friend because she helped guide you in the right direction

- She was the reason for you being able to meet the love of your life and that's something you would never trade for

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Tag list:

@kmc1989 @twinkletwinklenotastar @chickensrule

[seas-storyarchive]

Au where Jones adopted Marcie around the time he "adopted" Fred, those two growing up to call themselves fraternal twins. Jones' hair is getting grayer by the second with those two.

[[MORE]]

BOOM!

"What was that?"

"Fredward wanted me to test a component of his trap and.."

"It worked! Thanks Mars!"

"Young lady, get your brother down this instant."

"He still has five minutes to help me test how long a human can hang upside down after accelerating at a rapid pace."

"Now. Or you won't be going to math camp."

"*grumble* fine."

*Fred screams as Marcie pulls a lever that sends him falling head first to te floor*

"He missed the pillow."

"A slight oversight in my calculations. And he ate the last slice of pie."

"I'm okay. And your name wasn't on it."

"I will send you back up there."

"Enough!"

[slashingdisneypasta]

I had a feeling Jim would win over Nurse Krueger~ and to that I say, go get yourself some Jim loving 😈

As for your question, I think in both cases I'm gonna have to go with Michael Sutherland~

As much as I like Fredward and Mikey Myers, I'm not in the mood to deal with Freddy's mouth OR Myers just staring at me like I'm sure he'd do 💀

Damnnnn, I would if he was real!! XD ☠️☠️ Haha

!!! Ohhh, fair XD MM can stare almost as loud as Freddy can laugh and sometimes we just don't need either of those things, thank you! 😅

How about we out THEM in a room together? Ehh?

[ecle-c-tic]

I posted 3,310 times in 2022

481 posts created (15%)

2,829 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ecle-c-tic

@whitequeen-ofwillowgreen

@club-tropicana

@debdarkpetal

@mercuryandmeme

I tagged 1,673 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#queen - 402 posts

#freddie mercury - 301 posts

#george michael - 196 posts

#wham! - 164 posts

#brian may - 122 posts

#john deacon - 112 posts

#roger taylor - 108 posts

#andrew ridgeley - 92 posts

#elton john - 78 posts

#ofmd - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#it's like being micromanaged but not from a manager but a subordinate who makes everything a personal insult and yet i can't say anything

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Here's a random picture of George I stole from Facebook link to a clickbait slideshow website :)

30 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#4

Does anyone have that picture of Fred in the studio around '77 with a camera, wearing like dunagrees and a scarf (i think???)

46 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#3

What if Freddie's name was actually Fredward

61 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

#2

thank you so much@highlyycaffeinated! i hope you have a day as great as you! c:

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rules: put your "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that play. tag a few people while you're at it

somebody to love - queen

i want your sex pts. 1 and 2 - george michael

long shadow - joe strummer

wrap her up - elton john, george michael

mammamia - maneskin

don't let the sun go down on me - elton john, george michael

heal the pain - george michael

death or glory - the clash

fat bottomed girls - queen

battlestations (<3) - wham!

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tagging (no pressure); @thislookinyoureyes @whatmarisays @brian-ur-bruh @delicatelyfantasticninja @trinikins @ayyyokai @urlolaluna @queenies-of-the-universe @musiccat1971 @hazypoppy @wastingawayinquarantine @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen and anyone else who'd like to join in! (tag me if you'd like c: )

94 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I want to start a little game!

List 8 of your favourite artists, then for each one list your favourite album, then list your favourite song from that album!

I'll start!

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Queen > Jazz > Fat Bottomed Girls

Wham! > Fantastic > Love Machine

Elton John > Honky Chateau > Honky Cat

The Clash > London Calling > Rudie Can't Fail

George Michael > Faith > One More Try

Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros > Rock Art and The X-Ray Style > Forbidden City

Freddie Mercury > Barcelona > The Fallen Priest

Maneskin > Teatro d'ira -Vol. 1 > In Nome Del Padre

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Tagging: @thislookinyoureyes @queenies-of-the-universe @delicatelyfantasticninja @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @imtheinvisiblequeen @brian-ur-bruh @just-a-poor-boy-queen and anyone else who'd like to join in!!!

250 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[ace-of-hearts-and-spades]

ALRIGHTY 😎

The three things I associate with your account would be:

Good ol' Fredward, the ♠️ symbol , and the color purple :3 💜

Yeah that about sums it up 😂 I was expecting Freddy and purple, but somehow I wasn’t expecting the spade symbol. I really like it tho thank you 🥺

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Sending you all the vibes that ol' Fredward will finally get off of his crispy ass and come visit you

Awe thank youuuu so much! I am hoping so hard it finally happens!

[pokedcheck]

HELLO, FREDDIE ANDERSEN IS A SAVIOUR

[doctapuella]

goodmorning happy suffering😌 ily💜

SEE. i was doing FINE. but then the one where he's standing and his arms are out (the one on its own without any other pic next to it)??? im GONE.. also top right and bottom left??? what. WHAT. i'm sorry this is such a lackluster mess but i'm only half awake and there's SO MUCH FRED and he's PRETTY and i'm SUFFERING!!!! and terrified by your comments about queueing things all day!!!!!! GOODBYE!!!!!!!

[glambots]

Hey! Just wanted to say that your blog is amazing and you're doing such a good work, keep it up!! <3

If you don't mind, can I request for Glamrock Freddy and Monty with a colorblind (Protanopia type) S/O? Headcanons, please! Thank you so much for the chance!

FYI: I do not have any sort of colorblindness, (that I'm aware of anyway) so I apologize if anything is inaccurate.

🎩Glamrock-Freddy +Colorblind!Reader HCs: 🎩

⭐He's familiar with the condition as a whole, but doesn't know exactly how things work until you explain it to him. He genuinely finds your condition very interesting and is happy that you trusted him enough to talk to him about something so personal.

⭐However, it can be a little grating when he's constantly pointing out the colors of things. ("And this chair is red! And this plate is blue! And this--") Fredward, please. Thankfully, a polite word is all it takes for him to chill out with the running commentary.

⭐He's curious about what he looks like in your eyes, but it's not a huge issue. He knows that you like him for more than just his design. However, whenever it comes to costumes/accessories, he'll still makes sure to pick things that you can "make out," color-wise.

🐊Montgomery Gator + Colorblind!Reader HCs:🐊

⭐Whoa. So...what does he look like to you? Does he look weird? Can you even see him? How many fingers is he holding up??? (Listen, we love the man, but we all know that he is not the sharpest crayon in the box. He's doing his best.)

⭐He likes to hide against surfaces that are a similar color to him, to try and blend in so he can jump out and scare you. Which, he'd probably do even if you weren't colorblind, but for some reason he finds this funnier? Jerk. >:(

⭐In truth, he can be kind of exhausting with the whole "Okay, so what color is this?" bit. It's half genuine curiosity on how your condition works, and half him just being an ass and screwing with you. But just tell him to knock it off and he will.

[harrysweasleys]

to find each other // g.w

summary: Hi love I was wondering if I could request a george x reader. I like the whole like when you're angry or anything write to the person but never send it but one day George finds the love letter. And reader is all embarased and runs away before he can tell her he like her so he writes her a love letter. (Also I'm aware this is a george ask but in my mind fred didnt die. I'm also imagining this before the battle but fred still doesnt die). If this doesnt spark anything that totally fine. Thanks

warnings: mentions of war, blood and death (relax, it aint fredward)

word count: 4.4k 

a/n: this request was so cute and i enjoyed writing this so much! also i hope you don’t mind that i changed up the time that it takes place just a tad. also i want a love letter from george, thanks. 

[i do not give permission for my work to be reposted to any other platform.]

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No amount of window shopping could hide the anxious bubbling in your stomach. Diagon Alley, though usually one of your favourite places, was currently the cause of your shaky fingers and heavy breathing. It was the last day of summer holidays, and for the countless students returning to Hogwarts, it meant a place to get away from home, a place that they could escape to to get away from the chaos of the real world.

However, for you, it meant that things would get messy. That the raging war that was brewing in the evil corners of the Wizarding World was bound to strike. And strike hard. 

Dangers lurked around every corner and even the comforting atmosphere of Diagon Alley was no longer a place you wanted to be. Countless shops were boarded shut, their windows shattered to pieces as if an attack had taken place. Which was most likely the case, if you were being honest.

The only store that seemed to be alive also happened to be the one that you wanted to avoid at all costs. The large purple and orange shop stood practically glowing in the middle of the gloomy alley, music and laughter echoing from the inside. You had to give credit where credit was due; the shop owners were brilliant. 

Students piled in and out in dozens — you couldn’t blame them. Fred and George had a knack for making people laugh. And right now, people needed laughs more than ever. You couldn’t blame these young students for stocking up on joke products to keep themselves entertained for the year. Especially since everyone was well aware this may be the last year of ‘normalcy’ that they get.

However, the shop seemed to be doing marvellously. You’d go in to say hi if it wouldn’t crush your entire existence to do so. Slightly dramatic, but true. You hadn’t left things off on a good foot with George, and the last thing you wanted to do was go in there and make things awkward. After all, maybe he had moved on. 

The last time you saw him, he held your crumpled note in his hand, his broom in the other, and a proud smile on his face as he waved goodbye to the school behind him. The school in which you two shared some of your best moments, the inside jokes and the late nights giggling into pillows in the dark of the common room. 

Until the note. 

The one you had written him the night you found out he was leaving. The one with tear drop stains and smudged ink — the one that confessed your long-rooted love for the ginger boy that had stolen your heart the first day you met him. 

He had found it himself, actually. It wasn’t “given to him,” per say. He had snuck into the girl’s dorm — how, you still have no clue — and found you crying on your lumpy four-poster, your hair a disheveled mess and your cheeks bright red from sobbing. You had been furious at him. Not because you were mad, but because you’d miss him. Miss his smile, the way he brought light to every boring class, and you’d miss the way he made you feel like home, even though your home home was miles and miles away. 

He’d found the messy parchment scrunched up on your dresser and picked it up at the sight of his name. He didn’t let you take it away from him, so you made him promise he’d read it after he was long gone from school. So that you could be saved from the embarrassment of him not feeling the same. The last thing you wanted was to have to sit through the last few months of school with your best friend hating your guts for the unfortunate feelings you had developed.

You thought you were way over him by now, but looking up into the glorious glass windows of his store, you were hit with a wave of nausea. Not because you didn’t  want to see him, but because you wanted to see him so badly it was sickening. To be fair, it had only really been two years, but still. Had he missed you? Had he sat there every night, clutching your wrinkled love letter and thinking back to the moments you two shared? 

You shook your head and walked past the shop, trying your best not to peer in through the windows and catch sight of the familiar grinning man. He somehow always had a smile on his face and that was something you could really appreciate, especially right now. Nothing ever seemed to bring him down and that was one of the things you appreciated most. 

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“What’re you grinning at, Weasley?” you asked, a smile on your own lips as you gave George a teasing look, your hands running through his hair as he sat on the ground between your legs, eyes focused on the common room fire that was slowly burning down to embers.

“Nothing,” he replied, “Just… taking it all in.”

Gryffindor had won the House Cup just that evening, along with the Quidditch Cup just a few days before. You supposed George did actually have quite a bit to smile about, but as he sat there, his eyes slightly dazed and a lazy grin on his lips, something told you it actually had to do with something else.

“Right,” you replied, taking your hands out of his soft hair and leaning back on the couch, “Because I totally believe you.”

He turned around, his smile never faltering, “What? You’re gonna give me a hard time for being in a good mood? C’mon, let me live, woman.”

You tossed your head back, cheeks flushed, “Fine. The day you don’t have a smile on your face is the day I’ll know something’s wrong, yeah?”

Sitting up and crashing next to you on the couch, he gave you quite the exaggerated nod before dropping it and gazing softly into your eyes, “Around you, how can anything ever be wrong?”

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Popping in and out of stores seemed to be the best distraction — Quidditch Supplies, Pets, Quills, the best Parchment in town — all stores that you remember running in and out of while you were just a wee child, hoping to buy the top quality items for another long year at school. 

You’d been so distracted by the sound of children laughing and charging by you that you barely registered the fact that you had walked into a tall body. Luckily, your balance hadn’t been knocked over, but you had been walking at such a quick pace that you’re surprised the other person didn’t go falling backwards.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, looking up and catching your step, nearly losing it completely as your eyes caught sight of the person in front of you. 

Eyes still golden like the sun, George Weasley hadn’t changed. His hair was slightly longer and he wore nicer clothing — perks of running your own business — but he hadn’t changed a day. His lips were still a deep pink, and the freckles on his cheek seemed to be more prominent than you remember. 

“Y/N?” the corners of his lips turned up into a smile, “Bloody hell, what are you doing here?”

You stared up, mind completely blank, “Oh — It’s — I’ve gotta go.”

His hand shot out to grab your wrist, his fingers leaving a touch of sparks in their wake. You snapped it away, rubbing over the skin to soothe the electrifying touch that George left behind. Even years later, he still had that effect on you, and you wished more than anything that you could curse him out for it.

“Y/N, blimey, wait, let’s catch up,” he shrugged, eyes pleading, “What’re you running from? We were best friends. I’ve missed you. It’s been two bloody years, woman.”

“You know damn well why that changed,” you grumbled, trying your best to look anywhere but his inviting eyes. You knew that if you made eye contact, you’d be sucked right back into whatever hold he had on you while you were in school. You weren’t sure you could deal with that right about now.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Look, Y/N, please. Just stay for a few minutes. Come see the shop, yeah? Reckon Fred’ll be thrilled to see you.”

You gave in and looked up at him, already knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no. He was right, you guys were best friends. You were inseparable. They always say catching feelings for your best friend is a beautiful thing, but in your case it felt like the worst thing to happen. You fell head over heels for George and he had no clue. He continued living his life, continued doing the things he loved, and then he left.

You only hoped the letter kept him up at night. As petty as that was.

“Fine,” you let out a deep breath, “Just a few minutes.”

You nearly missed the wide grin that spread across his face, showcasing the beautiful smile that still managed to leave your chest in a fluttery mess. You internally scolded yourself — you weren’t over your feelings and chances are this was going to make things worse.

The shop was magnificent. Shelves lined the walls as far as the eye could see. And even though Diagon Alley was nearly deserted, the shop seemed to be thriving — not that you were surprised. Kids and young adults huddled in groups to gawk and stare at the latest products, eyeing everything with keen interest as George’s twin, Fred, explained to them how things worked. 

“You did good,” you smiled up at George, all hostility towards him fading as the bubbly atmosphere of the shop engulfed you, making you feel as if you were transported back to your childhood, “I’m proud of you guys.” 

“Blimey,” George grinned, placing his hand on your shoulder, “Didn’t think I’d ever hear you say that.”

Your smile faded and you turned away from him, cheeks burning at his comment.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he spun you back around to face him, “I just meant because it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again, to be honest.”

You bit your lip, nodding slowly, “I know. I’m sorry. It was just so hard to work up the courage to see you.”

You weren’t exactly lying. After what happened, you couldn’t find it in yourself to face him. But that wasn’t the whole truth, really. Your courage and confidence had left with him, there was no way you’d be able to come here and see him happy with someone else. Someone that wasn’t you.

“I actually have something for you,” he held his finger up and rushed out of sight, up the stairs and through a door. You stood awkwardly, debating whether you should just turn around and walk out of the store and into the city. He’d never be able to track you down. But, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to move your feet. You were grounded in the moment, still gazing at all the trinkets and items around you. 

Some made noise, some were brightly coloured — some of them even looked like that evil witch Headmistress Umbridge. You stifled a laugh, remembering the times you and the twins had narrowly escaped her wicked grasp. She was not one for fun, that was certain.

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“Down here!” you called, grabbing George’s hand and running down another dark corridor, Filch’s footsteps still echoing behind the two of you.

“When I catch ya, you’ll be expelled!” his grimy voice reached your ears, sending you into another fit of giggles as you linked your fingers with George’s, the two of you barreling down the stairs and continuing your run up to the Gryffindor tower. You had to admit, it was quite far, but if you kept up this speed, Filch and his limp wouldn’t be able to catch up.

“Wait, there’s a prefect,” George whispered through his heavy breathing, giving your hand a heavy tug and pulling you behind a pillar.

Your body fell against his, the two of you squished in a tiny space as you heard the distant voice of the Ravenclaw prefect approaching your hiding spot. George’s breathing was heavy, his chest rubbing against yours with each inhale he took. Your breathing would be heavy if you weren’t having heart palpitations, his body so close to yours you couldn’t think straight.

“Reckon that’s another narrow escape,” he chuckled, breath fanning your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact, way too caught off guard to properly process his words.

Did he realize what this did to you? This closeness, this intimacy? 

It was undoubtedly true — you were falling for your best friend.

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“Well, if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N,” Fred sauntered over, hands in his pockets and a bright grin on his face, “What brings you to our little corner of the wizarding world?”

He brought his arms out for an embrace; one that you gladly accepted. He was warm and familiar, and you felt a grin spread across your face. 

“It’s nice to see you, Freddie,” you pulled away, “You guys have really blown me away with all of this.”

“Well, what can I say?” he shrugged, tips of his ears turning slightly pink, “We’ve clearly got a knack for entrepreneurship.” 

You shook your head, laughter bubbling in your chest. You always knew they’d be successful — hell, you told them a million times — but seeing it in person after all these years of shutting yourself away, it sort of felt like a dream. As if you’d missed quite possibly the biggest event of their lives.

And you felt like a horrible friend.

“Sorry I wasn’t more supportive,” you said softly, “I really am impressed.”

He lifted his hand and ruffled your hair, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. We knew you always had your full support.”

Before you could respond, George came rushing back down the stairs. You were rather thankful for it, as your conversation with Fred was causing your emotions to come through. You could feel your throat closing in and the familiar sting of tears in your eyes, but George’s presence caused your feelings to shift.

He nudged his brother away and stood in front of you, an envelope in hand. On the front of it, your name was scribbled in swirly handwriting — George’s, you recognized — and you could see the faint outline of parchment inside it.

“What’s this?” you asked, taking the envelope from his hands as he shoved it in your direction, his cheeks a tad pinker than before. 

He let out a deep breath, “You’ll see when you open it.”

You nodded, placing the envelope gently into your purse, “I’ll open it when I’m home.”

“Okay,” he responded instantly, shoving his hands into his pockets. You knew it was a nervous habit of his, and it raised a question as to what could possibly be in that envelope that had him so on edge.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve gotta get going,” you said, your voice barely audible. But by the way George’s shoulders slouched, you knew he heard you. He took his hands out of his pockets and pulled you in for a hug. 

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms tightly around him, resting your head on his shoulder and taking in a deep breath. He smelled the same as he did all those years ago, and although he was the same height, he also definitely felt a lot stronger. 

Lifting boxes on a daily basis has taken its toll.

You couldn’t count how many hugs you’d shared with George during your time at Hogwarts, but something about this hug felt different. It felt final, conclusive. As if you both knew that this would be the final time you’d get to see each other. 

“I’ve missed you,” he said, mouth mere inches from your ear.

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied right away, pulling your body away from his to look into his eyes. You tried your best to force a smile, but it most likely only came off as a grimace. After all, you couldn’t find anything to feel enthusiastic about in the moment.

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his warm cheek, letting your hand linger on his arm for a second longer than intended, before pulling away and leaving the store without another word.

It was safe, and very unfortunate, to say your feelings were still very much present.

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You stared down at the paper, stunned. It was possibly your seventh time reading it and you still couldn’t believe it.

After all these years, he felt the same. 

George Weasley felt the same.

You lifted the letter, once again preparing yourself to read it, wiping your eyes with an already soaked tissue.

Y/N,

I don’t know much about writing letters with a romantic goal, but I do know that I couldn’t leave yours unanswered. There were too many things left in the air, and I might never even get to give this to you, but it’s worth writing anyways.

I remember the first day we met. Do you remember? We were in second year and you fell down the stairs onto Freddie. You were so cute, and so flustered. It was nearly immediately after that that we became friends, if I remember correctly. (Which I always do.)

Skip forward a few years and you practically owned my heart and soul. I barely went a moment without thinking of you. Of your smile, of your laugh, of your hair and your face. You know, I did it on purpose. All the jokes, they were for you. To make you laugh. Bloody cliche, I know. But that’s the truth, love.

When I left school, it was hard. Not because I’d have to start a whole new life, but because I’d have to start that life without you. Without your constant positivity and your radiance. It was nearly impossible, but you were so proud. So proud of Freddie and me that I knew I couldn’t let you down.

But I did. I left you there, in that horrid place with that toad woman. And I regret that to this day. I read your note every day. I still do. It’s the only thing of yours that I have in my life and I cherish it more than you know.

So, this note kind of has no purpose, but it does have a point. The point is that I love you too. That I’ve loved you for a long time, and chances are that I always will. You’re the best part of me and that’ll never change.

Please take care. And I hope we get to find each other.

Yours forever,

George.

You read it again, and again, and again, and could barely process the words on the tattered parchment. It was a pretty neat piece, which indicated that there was no way he wrote two years ago. It had to be recent — within the last year. And the fact that he decided to give it to you now meant that he might even still feel this way.

With the amount of times you envisioned George professing his undying love to you, not once did you think it would be in these circumstances. With the two of you living different lives. 

You went to bed that night, the note tucked under your pillow. You couldn’t part with it. Even though you had no clue what to do about said note, you didn’t want to let go of it. It was true, and all these years later you finally realized it. All the shared touches, the laughs, the smiles across classrooms; it all made sense. Not only were you falling hopelessly in love with your best friend, but he was doing the exact same thing.

And I hope we get to find each other.

If that meant what you thought — what you hoped — it meant, then maybe there was a chance for you. But for that chance to happen, you had a lot that you needed to sort out. What would this mean? Would you two start from scratch?

You hadn’t exactly had any sort of relationship over the past two years, how would you just jump into something like this? Maybe him giving you the letter was his form of closure, his way of telling you that maybe it could have happened, but now there’s no chance.

You didn’t want to dwell, but there was no way you couldn’t. How does one let something like this go? You can’t. You can’t go back to living a normal life with this knowledge hanging over your head.

He loved you.

If only there was a way you could talk to him, clear the air. Maybe he did still feel the same.

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Hogwarts was, to put it kindly, in the middle of chaos. Spells of bright green and red shot out from every which direction, hitting columns and occasionally, other bodies. You passed lifeless bodies on the ground and couldn’t bring yourself to look down. Some of them you might even recognize, and that wasn’t something you could bring yourself to feel right about now. Your emotions were running wild enough as it is; the last thing you needed was to find the body of someone you loved.

Your wand was tightly gripped in your hand, your mouth repeating the same spells over and over as Death Eaters continued to swarm the homely school grounds. You had called this place ‘home’ for seven years and yet now, it was the last possible place you wanted to be. You wanted to turn around and run, never to look over your shoulder again.

But you couldn’t.

There was no way you could bring yourself to leave. Not now.

“Well, what ‘ave we got ‘ere?”

You spun on the spot, coming face to face with the sunken eyes of a Death Eater. His voice sounded awfully familiar, but that was really the least of your problems right about now. His wand was raised in your direction, his lips already beginning to move.

You raised your own wand, ready to fire out the first spell you could think of. But the man went flying back into the wall before you could even open your mouth. You gaped down at your wand, trying to figure out how the hell you managed to do that without even thinking of the spell.

“Reckon that’s about the fourth time I’ve saved you.”

You turned to the sound of the voice, recognizing it immediately. George’s hair was tousled like crazy, and he had a bandage tightly wound around his head. You could see faint blood where his ear should be, and your heart did a quick flip in your chest. You had heard about his accident — you had run into Ginny in the Great Hall, but seeing his wound and his face in person brought an unsettling feeling to your chest.

“George,” you sighed, running over to him without a second doubt. You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, squeezing harder than you thought. But he didn’t seem to mind, his arms finding their way around your waist and holding you up, his head finding its spot in the crook of your neck as he let out a low chuckle. You could feel the warmth of his skin, and in that moment, he felt so real. As if two years apart had never happened. As if everything said between you two in your letters was unspoken, but acknowledged. 

You pulled your head away from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. The eyes that had been a comfort source in your life for so many years. As if looking into them brought out all of your confidence, you gave him a shy smile before leaning down and pressing your lips against his.

You immediately pulled away from him before either of you could register the action, letting yourself fall back down to your feet as you looked up into his eyes. He didn’t blink, his mouth hanging open.

Maybe you made a terrible mistake.

“Oh, I’m sorry—” 

You were cut off by his hands on each side of your face, pulling you in for a second kiss. One that lasted much longer. 

His lips were incredibly soft against yours, moulding as if this was the place they were meant to be. Your hands went up into his hair, giving a small tug as he pulled your body closer to his. It was as if all the war and death around you two didn’t exist — the only thing you could focus on was George’s warmth and the eruption of butterflies that went off in your body.

After what felt like hours, you pulled away and looked up at him. His lips were swollen and red, his breathing slightly uneven, but he looked happy.

“That was long overdue,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

You let out a breathy laugh, “Definitely.”

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[dem-obscure-imagines]

Bottoms Up

George Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Fixing up the twins after the Goblet of Fire backfires on them leads to an…unexpected discovery.

Note: FUCK J.K. ROWLING! Trans rights are human rights <3

Warnings: Language, fluff.

Word Count: 1.3k

“(L/N).” Someone hissed at you in the library. Based on their voice, you could tell it was one of two people. “(L/N)!”

“Yes?” You looked up from your homework to find none other than George Weasley. “What is it George?”

He smirked. “I’m Fred.”

You deadpanned. “No you’re not. Nice try, though.”

“Right, as always.” He smiled, dropping down into the seat across from you.

“I’m a Ravenclaw. It’s kind of my thing.” You smiled.

“What are you working on now?” He looked down at your paper.

“History of Magic report. Nothing too interesting, unfortunately.” You sighed and rested your quill in your inkwell. “Can I help you with something or are you just here to distract me?”

“What, I can’t just spend time with you? We’re friends, aren’t we, (L/N)?” George put a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

Your heart raced, sinking a bit, but you put on a brave face and replied, “Of course we’re friends, George.” That was it. You were friends, no matter how much you wanted to be more.

“Just a hint, (L/N), you should hang out in the Great Hall later. Freddie and I have something pretty epic planned.”

“Oh yeah? So do I.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m putting my name in the Goblet.” You told him.

His jaw dropped. “Wicked.”

“May as well, you know.” You shrugged, laughing. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

“See you there, then?”

“See you there.” You grinned.

George walked away and you felt something in you sink. It was always like that when he left. It was your sixth year, and if you had the courage of a Gryffindor, you were sure you would have confessed by now, but every time you got close, you weighed the pros and cons. In the end, it was never worth losing him entirely, so you never took the risk. Maybe someday, but not today. You had bigger fish to fry, after all.

So, a few hours later, you planted yourself in the Great Hall beside Hermione, who was working on homework in there so she could see who all was entering the tournament. You scribbled your name down on a scrap of parchment and she looked at you incredulously.

“You’re entering?”

“Yeah, why not.” You shrugged. “It’s not like I’ll get picked.”

“You could, though.” Hermione reasoned. “Think about it, please. It’s dangerous.”

“I appreciate the concern, but I’m sure I’ll be fine, Mione.”

It was at that moment that the twins ran in, accompanied by the cheers of the other students in the Great Hall. Each of them was holding a vial of an unknown potion. That didn’t look good. Due to your early birthday, you were old enough to enter the tournament per Dumbledore’s rules. The twins, however, because their birthday was in April, had come up with another solution of sorts. You had a bad feeling about it…

“Well, lads! We’ve done it!” Fred announced, grinning.

“Cooked it up just this morning.” George added proudly.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “It’s not going to work.” She sang, drawing their attention down to here, and by extension, you. You soon found yourself surrounded, George kneeling right beside you with Fred on the other side of Hermione. You were glad it was so dark in there, or George definitely would have seen the blush coating your cheeks due to his proximity to you.

“Oh yeah?” Fred challenged.

“And why’s that, Granger?” George asked. He was talking to her, but you swore he was looking at you.

“You see this?” Hermione pointed to the wispy circle surrounding the goblet. “This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.”

“…so?” Fred asked.

Hermione scoffed and slammed her book shut. “So. A genius like Dumbledore couldn’t possibly be fooled by a draught as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion.”

“Ah, but that’s why it’s so brilliant.” Fred smirked.

“Because it’s so pathetically dimwitted!” George agreed.

Fred looked at you, a smirk spreading across his features. “Think I could get a kiss for luck, (L/N)?”

George stiffened at his brother’s words, something you couldn’t place contorting his features.

“In your dreams, Fredward.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling.

Fred smirked, laughing as he added, “Could Georgie get one then?”

“Oi! Shut up!” George scolded, his face undeniably red.

With confidence you never knew you had, you replied casually, “If he wants one.”

Something in him flipped and he stared at you in disbelief. He had to have hallucinated what you just said.

Hermione laughed at the way you’d struck the tall wizard silent with four words, leaving him floundering there.

Instead of saying anything in response, George leaned forward and kissed your cheek softly, lingering for long enough to let you know that it wasn’t just a friendly little peck. He whispered, “In case you need luck, too.”

Then, the twins stood up, shook their vials, and George said, “Ready, Fred?”

“Ready, George!”

They looked at each other and said, “Bottoms up!” Downing the vials in a quick movement.

When they hopped over the age line, nothing seemed to happen. It wasn’t until they went to put their names in the Goblet that a burst of blue magic backfired, sending them across the room and onto the floor. The two of them started sprouting busy gray beards. You chuckled and shook your head, already mentally preparing the recipe for an antidote.

While the room was distracted by the twins’ tussle on the floor, you stood up and quietly stuck your name in the goblet before walking over and separating them.

“Come on. Let’s go get you fixed up.”

“Thanks, (Y/N).” Fred laughed.

“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head.

The three of you walked down the hall to the potions room and you set to work immediately, putting your Ravenclaw aptitude to good use. George watched you carefully, his hand scratching the itchy beard that had sprouted on his face. It was a bit embarrassing to look like he did at the moment in front of you, but he knew you’d get them fixed in no time. You always seemed to.

“Alright.” You ladled the potion into two empty vials, handing one to each elderly twin. “Give that a try. If it doesn’t work, I have some other ideas…”

George drank his first without hesitation, and you watched as the beard and bushy gray hair shrank back into his head, leaving his skin smooth again. You reached out and touched his cheek, smiling at your handiwork.

“There you go. Handsome as ever.”

George averted his eyes, smiling softly.

Fred downed his potion, and once the effects had taken place, he glanced at his watchless wrist. “Gee, would you look at the time. I’ve really got to, uh, go polish my broom. But you two take your time cleaning up in here.”

And as soon as the door closed, it was just the two of you.

George took a breath, building up that Gryffindor courage. “So, um…I was wondering if I could give you a real kiss…if you want. If not, that’s okay too.”

“A real kiss, huh?” You smiled softly.

“You know, for luck.” He whispered, taking a step closer to you.

“Right, of course. For luck.” You brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “Believe me, I could use it.”

“Is that a yes, then?” He raised an eyebrow.

You sighed before saying, “George Weasley, I’ve wanted to kiss you since third year, yes, please kiss me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned closer quickly, but when his lips finally met yours, it was slow, soft, gentle, the way you’d always imagined he’d kiss you. One of his large hands rose to cup your chin, tilting your head just so, allowing him to deepen the kiss ever so slightly.

“Third year, eh?” He murmured between kisses. He stopped, resting his forehead against yours. His warm breath ghosted across your cheeks. “I wasted three fucking years…Am I that bloody oblivious?”

“I guess we both are.” You amended. “And here, I pride myself on being observant…”

“Don’t worry, love.” His thumb stroked across your cheek. He kissed you long and deep before saying, “We’ll figure out some way to make up for lost time…”

[darthwheezely]

Fredcanons!

Hi Fred Weasley makes me happy so like why not make random headcanons about him? Honestly? Yk? And like this will be the first of many parts I bet, if you want me to do other characters lmk! Anyway, this is gonna be long but honestly I could care less, enjoy fellas

Warnings: diet smut, high calorie diabetes inducing soft Fred, light angst

It’s practically canon at this point but the way this man works with numbers is absolutely insane.

It’s also kind of sexy but I don’t make the rules-

It’s been said before by someone on here that he’s the guy that impresses his dates by being able to automatically calculate tips for dinner dates and the like on the spot, and I adore that so much

Which means, words and abstract concepts can be a bit difficult for our lil ginger golden retriever. As we saw in Order, his handwriting needs a bit of work and so does his grammar - it’s something he’s really self conscious about, too

This boy is obsessed with American baseball

I really don’t know what it is, I think it’s because the men on the diamond hitting a fast flying ball reminds him of Quidditch or maybe it’s the sounds of American girls cheering all of these robust men on-

Regardless, it’s a thing and he loves it, period

Fred finds it horrendously embarrassing, but he had an imaginary friend growing up

Let’s be specific, an imaginary dog. Named Boris.

Molly has basically made it clear enough that raising a large amount of large boys under one roof was kind of like manning an animal shelter already damn molly which led to Fred being hopelessly in despair

So jokes on them, he got his own dog. A big, loud, Australian Shepherd named Boris.

So imagine this lanky five year old like refusing to eat a meal until Boris gets his first and demanding that he takes his own baths because “erm, Boris doesn’t want to bathe with Georgie, mum, he said he smells”

This lead to Fred being told he smells but that’s neither here nor there

Fred had Boris until he was about 7 and then he lost him while playing with the gnomes

This lead Molly to buying Fred and George a goldfish named Boris II: The Return of Boris and they referred to him as that. The whole title. Every time.

Fred was also that kid in middle school (1st-3rd year) that was like lightly obsessed with Canada

“Is it even real?”

“Jesus, Freddie are you even real?”

George stumped him with that one

Freddie became quite the ladies man come 3rd and 4th year, btw

And by ladies man I mean-

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven...-“

“Oh god, no please don’t say it please don’t say it- (George)

“-because I, too, am still recovering from the impact ;)”

All jokes and funny business side, he did start learning girls found him hot shit and honestly?

He didn’t know how to process that.

He’s so used to being the goofy guy or the cute guy from whatever class or just one of the Weasley’s that like-

Him? Attractive?

Well, shit, better start acting like it then huh?

And thus was born the personality we know Fred to have today

Not saying it’s all manufactured, but he definitely isn’t as 100% cocky and impulsive as everyone would like him to be

More often than not, he’s kind of a nervous person. Would he tell anyone that? Absolutely not, he’s got a reputation to uphold

But he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t found himself laying awake at night wondering if his pranks are cool enough, does his mom like them enough, does George think he’s enough

Does he think he’s enough?

Honestly, he battles with this for a lot of his school time basically up until the shop opens and starts running

Because that is time where he does really begin to blossom as a person in every facet

There’s something about walking into the shop and seeing a gaggle of kids know your name and want to be like you and know you that makes him feel like he did something right

But anyway back to Ladies Man Fred Weasley (please I rolled my eyes so hard)

He is an experienced fella in bed, this is also pretty canon

I mean look, he’s got Bill Freaking Weasley as his older brother

Any questions he ever had he asked Bill

“Look, Freddie, they’re gonna want you to find this thing called the clit-“

“I’m sorry the what?”

“The clitoris, Fredward, take note they’ll dump you on sight if you can’t find it.”

“...”

“Bud, that was a joke-“

“*exhales strongly* OH THANK GOD”

He’s also a consent king. Period.

Consent about literally everything when it comes to sex, if y’all have never slept togsther or have a routine of what you do, expect him to be consistent-“

“Is this okay?”

“Am I hurting you, love?”

“Please tell me if something’s wrong, okay?”

Fred’s favorite thing in the goddamn world is kisses

So many kisses

Please lord Jesus hes in need of kisses

Forehead kisses, arm kisses, leg kisses, eyebrow kisses - if it’s on your body and it’s accessible to him, he’ll kiss it I swear

So please do yourself a favor and kiss him. Please

Or I will-

If you use she/her pronouns, expect this boy to be protective af if y’all are friends

Fred is 100% the guy you can feel totally comfortable giving your drink to at parties

He waits by the bathroom to make sure you’re okay too

Basically just an angel that is all

[slashingdisneypasta]

Thanks to that 'Freddy fingers Curtis (for new nightmare)' post, I can't stop imagining Freddy in the horror house/carnival bugging Michael about Laurie. I'm too scared to try to think of what Freddy would say about her, but I wouldn't put it past him if he actually tried to get on Micheals nerves like that 🤦‍♀️

Imagine Freddy bugs all the other Slashers about their hot protagonists- yes, even (Grown up) Andy. Of course. We all know Freddy's into guys too, this is old news.

Even better!!- Imagine the Slashers getting protective/territorial, over their Protagonists. Like, 'i hate that little bitch-- but touch them and you die, fredward'.

Bubba would be so so distressed if Freddy said anything about Stretch !

Also- I watched that ep of Nancy Drew Mysteries with Lee Curtis and Englund, which came out before ANOES or Halloween were even things... and boy! They were both so cute XDD There was one moment though where Englund's character, Gar (Yes, Gar), is just standing there in the background and I SWEAR!!- it was Freddy posture. Like with the uneven shoulders. ... Which is really just me looking too closely into things but whatever.

[candyredterezii]

i wanna thank my nightmare on elm street framed poster for falling and waking me up, funnily enough, in a middle of a nightmare

appreciate you looking out for me fredward